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I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it. “Clever blood suckers.” Abby said as she moved to the next vamp and found the same mark in the same place. We checked the remaining four vampires and they were all carrying the same make in the same place. “Well I guess I was wrong, Luna, I’m really sorry.” She apologized.

Something was definitely amiss. Blood!.

Blood and brain matter splattered onto the people nearby. “Congratulations! You have eliminated an impostor!”

Fucking bastards. The blade tucked between my trouser and belt was still dripping with fresh blood as I walked out into the night air, the red liquid warm against my skin where it had soaked through the fabric I wore. My white button-up shirt was painted with crimson stains that would never wash out, and I could taste copper on my lips where the spray had reached my face during my brief but brutal encounter with them.

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

Her tears soaked Darren's shoulder as he carried her away, his grip unyielding, fueled by a possessive determination. Blood had welled up from a deep gash on Stanley's cheekbone, flowing in a rivulet down the side of his face. The crimson liquid painted a stark contrast against his pale skin, creating a grotesque tableau of violence and pain. The wound oozed with an intensity that matched the anger pulsating within Darren, a testament to the ferocity with which he had struck his rival.

My fingers, locked in the spasms before death, were still clutching the torn admission slip. My nails had turned a dark bluish-purple, embedded deeply into my flesh. The blood that had flowed from my temple had long dried, forming a dark red stain on the concrete. Mom walked over and nudged my stiff foot with the tip of her heel, her expression full of disgust. "What kind of act are you putting on now?" She rolled the zero-score paper into a tube and struck my shoulder with it. "You think a bit of fake blood is going to get you out of copying this paper a hundred times?"

“Yeah. Thanks, Vince, I’ll see you around.” The blood on his face and knuckles had dried by the time he got back to the house, but he felt better, more relaxed and he took a deep breath as he headed to his bedroom. “Where the fuck have you been?” Saint asked from behind him. “Taking the trash out,” he said. “Was there a body in that trash, because all that blood tells me you had some fun.” Wilder huffed out a laugh. “Nobody died, it’s all fine. I just needed to get it all out. You know how it is.”

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

It was a message. Asher looked at me with the look of bewilderment, he walked towards the dead body and cut the veins. She dropped with a thud and my worst fear come true. Her back was severely bruised and clothes were torn and soaked with blood. UNTIL BLOOD MOON, was written behind her back in bold red letters.